Both Things Are True

Day only means something because night exists too Up only means something standing next to down, straight through Every idea you've ever held arrives holding hands with its twin Pull them apart, and both halves lose the meaning they were living in

Both things are true, more often than you'd guess Strong and gentle, hopeful and honest about the mess Both things are true, the world was built this way Two hands on every idea, holding the whole weight

You can be proud of how far you've come and still have far to go Both live in the same chest, both are allowed to grow You can love someone completely and still need room to breathe Both are honest, both are real, neither one needs to leave

Both things are true, more often than you'd guess Strong and gentle, hopeful and honest about the mess Both things are true, the world was built this way Two hands on every idea, holding the whole weight

The wave is also the ocean, the drop is also the sea Stillness lives right at the center of every big machine spinning free The tiny seed already carries the whole shape of the tree And the tree still needs the seed's whole story to finally be

Both things are true, more often than you'd guess Strong and gentle, hopeful and honest about the mess Both things are true, the world was built this way Two hands on every idea, holding the whole weight

Stop looking for the one side that finally wins for good Start looking for the seam where both sides are understood Holding each other up like day is holding up the night Both things are true, and that's exactly what makes it whole and right